It Started With A Kiss

It started with a kiss. I was on the floor. We were watching the Super Bowl, or at least I was, when she crawled onto my chest. She then went up to face and planted the wettest, most sloppery kiss I have ever had.

She then had a grin that could light up Time’s Square on a busy night. I melted. This is a memory that will stay with me forever.

Of course I am referring to my daughter. And we have celebrated this moment for the last 21 years. Over the years we have had cakes, presents and, of course, kisses. It has been special for us over the years.

It is a wonderful thing, memories. I can’t think of a thing that is more important than this. I know that she is an adult now, but the fact that she still remembers this and is willing to celebrate the fact, well, that is just priceless.

This year we went a Blue Jackets game and just spent time together. It really doesn’t get much better than this.